For the discerning cheapskate record collector

On Record Store Day, in lieu of retail product, I got this for £2 at the Etchinghill bootfair.

A cart-before-the-horse situation in which brassy (in both senses) arrangements on Charles’ fourth post-Atlantic Lp sometimes overwhelm his performances, as if they were mere vehicles for big band-style horn punctuations, rather than, you know, songs.